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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 427 | 2016-01-22 19:34:30 | 127.55 | 97% |
| 228 | 2013-03-02 18:22:45 | 103.78 | 89% |