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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 388 | 2016-11-13 18:41:19 | 107.06 | 89% |
| 375 | 2016-04-10 16:56:38 | 113.97 | 91% |