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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2016-11-10 09:39:20 | 70.97 | 96% |
| 23 | 2016-10-08 08:35:41 | 52.47 | 93% |