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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2016-06-28 04:46:28 | 39.77 | 89% |
| 625 | 2016-06-27 09:23:13 | 41.26 | 91% |