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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2015-06-13 05:22:54 | 90.60 | 97% |
| 392 | 2015-01-25 11:54:05 | 76.72 | 94% |