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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 116 | 2015-03-16 18:04:27 | 78.71 | 85% |
| 31 | 2013-05-08 03:23:24 | 80.50 | 95% |