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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 575 | 2014-08-31 04:02:07 | 153.09 | 100% |
| 16 | 2013-03-28 16:58:25 | 127.40 | 97% |