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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 330 | 2016-06-29 13:09:29 | 72.94 | 95% |
| 21 | 2015-08-07 06:38:38 | 76.90 | 97% |