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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 557 | 2016-06-02 01:32:29 | 83.43 | 95% |
| 556 | 2016-06-02 01:31:31 | 84.81 | 97% |