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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1743 | 2014-02-10 07:16:10 | 50.38 | 97% |
| 490 | 2013-10-14 07:15:18 | 34.20 | 95% |