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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1436 | 2016-07-11 00:24:42 | 68.48 | 96% |
| 1125 | 2014-10-05 22:20:15 | 61.69 | 96% |