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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 981 | 2015-01-13 06:50:44 | 86.56 | 100% |
| 68 | 2010-10-26 08:58:15 | 66.60 |