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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 490 | 2016-08-20 10:00:18 | 106.53 | 93% |
| 399 | 2016-05-15 10:33:29 | 114.08 | 95% |