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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 737 | 2015-08-23 16:06:02 | 46.88 | 86% |
| 243 | 2015-04-08 21:33:40 | 41.11 | 84% |