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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422 | 2016-08-20 18:05:49 | 100.79 | 96% |
| 49 | 2011-04-17 22:20:26 | 103.87 |