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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 417 | 2016-01-20 09:48:10 | 87.50 | 99% |
| 8 | 2015-12-14 04:11:56 | 67.07 | 94% |