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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 414 | 2015-12-10 15:01:17 | 45.19 | 91% |
| 152 | 2015-12-03 19:26:48 | 42.54 | 89% |