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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 385 | 2016-03-14 02:13:49 | 111.19 | 89% |
| 63 | 2016-03-02 21:07:42 | 114.27 | 93% |