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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 504 | 2015-07-10 19:27:58 | 78.49 | 89% |
| 282 | 2013-03-03 02:41:19 | 114.47 | 100% |