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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 253 | 2014-02-12 22:11:08 | 106.48 | 96% |
| 86 | 2012-10-15 05:22:58 | 93.68 | 92% |