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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2016-11-01 12:26:50 | 50.86 | 89% |
| 268 | 2016-06-22 13:46:53 | 50.91 | 91% |