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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 232 | 2016-04-29 19:18:40 | 61.94 | 96% |
| 22 | 2016-03-19 19:46:52 | 61.27 | 96% |