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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 850 | 2016-12-01 03:19:59 | 122.58 | 99% |
| 569 | 2011-11-04 04:11:23 | 121.83 | 94% |