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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 238 | 2015-05-09 22:38:43 | 74.52 | 94% |
| 153 | 2014-12-21 22:33:14 | 84.24 | 97% |