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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2016-04-08 02:01:50 | 103.66 | 98% |
| 785 | 2015-04-25 22:40:27 | 102.51 | 97% |