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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 197 | 2015-01-13 18:45:45 | 52.70 | 94% |
| 48 | 2014-04-21 05:40:17 | 40.29 | 91% |