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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2015-03-30 01:52:44 | 83.26 | 97% |
| 319 | 2015-03-22 18:30:01 | 64.71 | 91% |