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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2016-03-12 04:41:40 | 84.03 | 97% |
| 622 | 2016-02-25 15:04:40 | 76.91 | 96% |