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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 342 | 2016-01-08 00:09:56 | 57.99 | 87% |
| 154 | 2016-01-06 05:44:06 | 45.03 | 82% |