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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 186 | 2014-06-24 23:44:39 | 98.22 | 98% |
| 32 | 2013-03-10 09:28:05 | 103.20 | 99% |