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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 782 | 2015-05-21 03:48:52 | 69.76 | 95% |
| 207 | 2015-02-11 09:03:53 | 55.41 | 89% |