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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1019 | 2016-09-10 19:16:40 | 54.79 | 88% |
| 280 | 2016-07-26 16:49:44 | 55.78 | 92% |