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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2016-02-07 10:31:17 | 92.08 | 100% |
| 111 | 2011-07-15 16:21:36 | 79.06 | 97% |