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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 356 | 2014-10-23 21:06:51 | 107.11 | 91% |
| 147 | 2013-02-21 21:59:45 | 109.97 | 96% |