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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1509 | 2016-10-28 20:38:49 | 62.90 | 92% |
| 479 | 2016-06-05 16:20:03 | 54.83 | 93% |