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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 488 | 2016-10-21 20:55:51 | 57.88 | 92% |
| 132 | 2016-08-19 20:27:17 | 36.13 | 95% |