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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2091 | 2016-12-02 20:06:41 | 121.51 | 100% |
| 1169 | 2016-10-23 21:23:45 | 93.35 | 94% |