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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 190 | 2015-06-03 07:53:53 | 104.12 | 94% |
| 38 | 2015-04-28 00:36:02 | 101.62 | 91% |