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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114 | 2015-12-11 10:29:10 | 141.79 | 93% |
| 108 | 2015-12-11 10:24:27 | 135.79 | 94% |