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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1035 | 2014-12-30 05:51:00 | 114.35 | 99% |
| 139 | 2011-03-14 05:39:20 | 101.24 |