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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2016-06-19 18:43:53 | 50.89 | 93% |
| 127 | 2013-11-20 04:13:25 | 43.38 | 95% |