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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 736 | 2016-10-15 05:36:34 | 45.54 | 94% |
| 127 | 2016-08-28 12:04:34 | 35.69 | 96% |