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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1115 | 2016-05-26 13:33:38 | 102.99 | 92% |
| 661 | 2016-05-08 16:19:07 | 100.41 | 92% |