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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2016-04-04 17:13:55 | 71.23 | 90% |
| 279 | 2016-01-15 04:25:42 | 96.21 | 96% |