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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 129 | 2016-10-13 20:17:52 | 110.40 | 86% |
| 66 | 2016-09-03 04:58:49 | 126.61 | 98% |