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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2016-06-24 04:32:28 | 99.87 | 98% |
| 125 | 2008-10-03 10:31:52 | 52.67 |