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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55 | 2016-06-30 16:28:35 | 80.39 | 87% |
| 34 | 2016-06-07 06:37:46 | 74.43 | 94% |