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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2016-05-04 14:52:09 | 54.90 | 87% |
| 601 | 2016-04-27 12:41:34 | 54.99 | 85% |