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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 529 | 2015-06-23 15:43:43 | 39.11 | 85% |
| 368 | 2015-06-21 14:19:27 | 42.37 | 88% |