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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 282 | 2016-08-15 10:39:08 | 128.48 | 89% |
| 200 | 2016-04-27 10:48:30 | 123.08 | 89% |