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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2016-08-16 15:08:53 | 98.11 | 92% |
| 359 | 2016-02-28 03:32:45 | 109.41 | 97% |