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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2015-06-22 08:09:49 | 108.84 | 86% |
| 11 | 2015-04-13 21:26:26 | 145.78 | 95% |