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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 632 | 2015-04-13 02:11:50 | 95.42 | 97% |
| 116 | 2015-01-01 04:46:48 | 98.95 | 98% |