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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2014-12-05 23:36:11 | 115.08 | 96% |
| 383 | 2012-10-05 13:50:00 | 126.58 | 98% |