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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 708 | 2015-12-30 05:39:35 | 103.11 | 97% |
| 172 | 2015-12-25 05:09:45 | 97.70 | 95% |