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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1634 | 2016-04-22 14:36:37 | 121.18 | 98% |
| 492 | 2016-01-25 02:10:23 | 105.79 | 95% |