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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2015-12-02 12:14:05 | 89.57 | 93% |
| 973 | 2015-11-06 23:42:58 | 90.75 | 94% |