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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2015-03-27 23:08:29 | 109.97 | 96% |
| 333 | 2014-09-02 15:39:47 | 91.66 | 91% |