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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 325 | 2015-09-22 20:29:29 | 33.75 | 89% |
| 167 | 2015-09-04 20:20:02 | 33.38 | 91% |