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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1566 | 2016-02-02 21:39:15 | 79.98 | 94% |
| 8 | 2015-12-01 05:36:09 | 75.67 | 91% |