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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31 | 2015-11-18 15:34:42 | 53.32 | 89% |
| 19 | 2015-11-17 20:26:31 | 40.89 | 83% |