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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2014-01-05 08:00:46 | 55.62 | 92% |
| 61 | 2013-08-09 16:48:09 | 32.34 | 87% |