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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1722 | 2016-10-19 19:06:53 | 86.36 | 93% |
| 1695 | 2016-10-18 00:47:49 | 84.26 | 93% |