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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 286 | 2014-11-06 03:03:23 | 76.80 | 94% |
| 44 | 2013-04-23 05:32:07 | 64.32 | 97% |