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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1315 | 2015-03-30 02:41:13 | 96.19 | 94% |
| 593 | 2015-03-15 07:28:35 | 99.88 | 95% |