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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2015-02-21 15:30:32 | 134.89 | 91% |
| 376 | 2015-02-21 15:29:57 | 129.29 | 91% |