Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 433 | 2016-02-22 20:06:45 | 38.05 | 86% |
| 205 | 2016-01-15 13:34:42 | 48.95 | 96% |