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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 321 | 2015-08-04 15:55:55 | 80.12 | 86% |
| 308 | 2013-02-06 18:52:08 | 78.93 | 88% |