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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 484 | 2014-01-08 18:58:06 | 112.33 | 98% |
| 98 | 2013-12-13 23:59:34 | 111.78 | 98% |