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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2016-04-25 22:32:11 | 87.61 | 93% |
| 1121 | 2016-04-21 04:42:13 | 95.27 | 94% |