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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 133 | 2015-07-01 09:35:12 | 37.50 | 95% |
| 49 | 2015-06-27 18:21:35 | 31.42 | 91% |