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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2770 | 2016-10-13 06:43:44 | 77.90 | 91% |
| 393 | 2016-06-06 23:51:51 | 75.03 | 94% |