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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 590 | 2016-04-22 00:52:32 | 71.70 | 96% |
| 110 | 2016-01-18 01:03:41 | 61.66 | 95% |