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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 258 | 2016-06-19 13:25:40 | 79.40 | 95% |
| 57 | 2013-10-10 11:11:12 | 86.24 | 94% |