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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2016-06-13 16:56:08 | 70.33 | 94% |
| 792 | 2016-05-26 19:04:48 | 56.07 | 88% |