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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2015-08-22 18:30:21 | 73.20 | 86% |
| 647 | 2015-05-15 23:04:35 | 75.94 | 94% |