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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 564 | 2015-07-21 18:38:23 | 106.53 | 92% |
| 16 | 2013-03-23 20:36:19 | 95.30 | 95% |