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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2016-01-01 15:56:10 | 48.13 | 96% |
| 159 | 2016-01-01 15:13:57 | 44.72 | 93% |