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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 342 | 2015-12-02 13:04:33 | 40.95 | 95% |
| 311 | 2015-11-23 16:43:12 | 36.51 | 94% |