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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 366 | 2016-04-21 18:09:38 | 81.18 | 89% |
| 190 | 2016-04-05 18:10:18 | 71.25 | 85% |