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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2017-11-26 10:15:53 | 88.94 | 97% |
| 5 | 2014-09-27 05:23:31 | 95.40 | 91% |