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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 301 | 2017-02-25 03:04:42 | 55.03 | 96% |
| 75 | 2016-12-29 19:21:27 | 56.83 | 95% |