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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 278 | 2015-03-22 12:01:42 | 74.00 | 92% |
| 243 | 2015-03-17 11:50:18 | 71.34 | 90% |