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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2334 | 2016-01-16 01:10:00 | 58.97 | 96% |
| 341 | 2013-06-14 20:32:12 | 56.87 | 94% |