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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 110 | 2015-10-25 06:21:30 | 54.35 | 92% |
| 87 | 2015-10-24 07:28:43 | 41.55 | 88% |