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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 181 | 2014-06-08 08:55:08 | 104.42 | 100% |
| 95 | 2014-06-04 18:41:26 | 101.38 | 99% |