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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2421 | 2016-03-02 01:19:47 | 47.81 | 93% |
| 155 | 2015-08-28 21:12:26 | 34.74 | 96% |