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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 860 | 2016-12-02 06:37:00 | 92.07 | 90% |
| 102 | 2015-10-03 19:07:02 | 108.13 | 97% |