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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 331 | 2016-03-07 09:02:57 | 92.44 | 95% |
| 95 | 2016-02-23 05:16:19 | 94.17 | 95% |