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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 111 | 2017-01-03 17:21:17 | 69.19 | 94% |
| 79 | 2017-01-02 17:33:21 | 66.48 | 90% |