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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 260 | 2014-05-17 03:22:08 | 106.09 | 99% |
| 108 | 2014-05-07 18:58:59 | 100.54 | 97% |