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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2015-02-18 17:40:44 | 51.10 | 98% |
| 99 | 2015-02-12 20:50:51 | 45.23 | 96% |