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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 628 | 2016-06-02 01:50:42 | 113.09 | 96% |
| 144 | 2014-08-25 00:40:05 | 86.50 | 94% |