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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 489 | 2016-12-07 06:04:05 | 62.91 | 96% |
| 251 | 2016-11-01 06:30:05 | 58.08 | 94% |