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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 724 | 2013-03-29 11:29:24 | 98.91 | 92% |
| 216 | 2012-02-04 07:53:06 | 62.61 | 95% |