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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 919 | 2015-07-18 03:37:50 | 113.27 | 98% |
| 203 | 2015-04-07 07:36:18 | 97.51 | 95% |