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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1011 | 2015-10-23 22:14:29 | 65.06 | 83% |
| 188 | 2015-06-10 22:57:38 | 63.43 | 89% |