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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 667 | 2015-05-14 05:31:56 | 93.01 | 95% |
| 532 | 2015-05-13 02:10:52 | 90.21 | 93% |