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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72 | 2014-12-11 07:30:54 | 143.68 | 91% |
| 30 | 2012-04-11 00:17:40 | 155.36 | 99% |