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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2015-01-18 02:58:00 | 42.58 | 92% |
| 312 | 2014-05-24 04:20:29 | 42.19 | 92% |