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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1494 | 2014-03-23 19:43:24 | 85.23 | 93% |
| 386 | 2012-11-24 07:13:30 | 65.20 | 94% |