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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2013-04-06 19:49:42 | 81.59 | 98% |
| 171 | 2011-01-07 15:30:53 | 61.84 |