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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 261 | 2015-07-09 00:18:00 | 139.07 | 91% |
| 117 | 2013-01-27 08:26:57 | 134.20 | 94% |