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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2016-06-30 18:28:20 | 95.25 | 94% |
| 264 | 2016-06-14 19:53:09 | 96.48 | 94% |