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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 258 | 2014-05-19 06:33:39 | 141.67 | 99% |
| 51 | 2014-03-13 00:58:05 | 95.54 | 92% |