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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2512 | 2016-01-26 13:46:38 | 37.11 | 86% |
| 2349 | 2016-01-12 09:43:16 | 39.82 | 92% |