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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1760 | 2014-05-27 04:12:05 | 90.95 | 94% |
| 1625 | 2014-05-10 17:19:17 | 106.11 | 97% |