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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 530 | 2017-04-06 11:49:31 | 69.58 | 98% |
| 453 | 2017-04-02 11:36:05 | 63.34 | 94% |