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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2017-01-26 03:01:24 | 80.72 | 95% |
| 153 | 2017-01-24 01:59:58 | 72.39 | 93% |