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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 585 | 2016-08-31 15:13:30 | 99.09 | 97% |
| 468 | 2016-08-29 15:31:53 | 79.76 | 94% |