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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 543 | 2015-07-10 06:51:47 | 58.02 | 90% |
| 247 | 2013-10-25 03:13:12 | 63.14 | 95% |