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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26 | 2015-02-27 18:21:08 | 102.18 | 94% |
| 3 | 2015-02-05 01:31:30 | 98.27 | 95% |