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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 231 | 2015-03-27 08:26:41 | 103.92 | 96% |
| 7 | 2013-10-19 02:45:23 | 101.18 | 92% |