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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 451 | 2016-08-29 12:31:31 | 88.38 | 94% |
| 232 | 2016-02-29 17:30:00 | 86.26 | 92% |