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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1087 | 2015-03-04 04:25:51 | 105.19 | 97% |
| 53 | 2011-04-03 20:53:59 | 103.84 |