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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1221 | 2015-05-28 21:14:21 | 110.80 | 96% |
| 560 | 2015-04-30 19:37:14 | 93.54 | 90% |