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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2016-10-01 00:40:23 | 40.75 | 97% |
| 439 | 2016-09-18 05:47:22 | 30.75 | 89% |