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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 262 | 2016-08-16 22:31:33 | 111.42 | 97% |
| 115 | 2016-03-27 15:21:50 | 99.20 | 94% |