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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2015-03-05 17:29:36 | 39.37 | 95% |
| 402 | 2015-03-04 22:49:06 | 34.77 | 92% |