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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 487 | 2015-01-09 16:45:36 | 96.68 | 97% |
| 50 | 2014-12-30 04:08:16 | 78.14 | 93% |