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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 95 | 2016-02-19 19:41:38 | 66.33 | 91% |
| 8 | 2014-05-14 22:49:50 | 41.96 | 94% |