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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 262 | 2016-09-03 09:35:37 | 64.99 | 94% |
| 32 | 2016-07-25 18:53:51 | 61.54 | 93% |