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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19 | 2015-01-06 15:46:30 | 118.58 | 96% |
| 18 | 2015-01-06 15:45:41 | 125.59 | 96% |