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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 417 | 2014-08-05 07:24:23 | 141.40 | 97% |
| 241 | 2012-10-29 17:08:22 | 131.47 | 95% |