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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 255 | 2017-05-12 23:19:18 | 34.61 | 81% |
| 253 | 2017-05-12 23:16:21 | 45.00 | 88% |