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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 299 | 2016-01-10 11:32:33 | 84.48 | 95% |
| 180 | 2014-10-02 12:02:11 | 92.50 | 98% |