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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2015-12-01 16:49:22 | 95.61 | 79% |
| 195 | 2015-08-05 01:00:16 | 103.86 | 88% |