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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 247 | 2015-03-15 14:12:30 | 68.25 | 96% |
| 7 | 2015-03-09 22:54:28 | 46.27 | 90% |