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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1221 | 2016-09-15 19:59:37 | 78.35 | 96% |
| 1172 | 2016-09-13 11:34:24 | 77.90 | 97% |