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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1167 | 2014-11-10 10:55:09 | 121.20 | 95% |
| 390 | 2013-02-18 15:46:01 | 89.28 | 89% |