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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 111 | 2016-02-24 11:38:33 | 117.31 | 96% |
| 31 | 2016-02-17 04:32:06 | 87.78 | 94% |