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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 957 | 2015-12-09 15:36:27 | 86.72 | 90% |
| 837 | 2015-04-18 16:42:39 | 116.01 | 98% |