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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1635 | 2016-06-27 23:30:03 | 104.43 | 98% |
| 672 | 2015-08-27 05:30:25 | 111.67 | 98% |