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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2599 | 2016-11-08 11:29:30 | 52.01 | 87% |
| 540 | 2016-01-03 10:04:00 | 57.35 | 95% |