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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 222 | 2015-11-16 16:23:51 | 89.88 | 96% |
| 93 | 2014-07-04 06:47:59 | 88.13 | 93% |