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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2014-06-24 05:08:12 | 42.28 | 87% |
| 128 | 2012-03-29 22:07:15 | 41.27 | 94% |