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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1445 | 2014-02-08 08:33:01 | 73.50 | 97% |
| 1270 | 2013-01-18 05:18:26 | 63.93 | 94% |