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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 149 | 2017-05-22 09:23:47 | 149.33 | 92% |
| 87 | 2017-05-20 15:04:19 | 148.88 | 96% |