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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 70 | 2017-11-02 10:50:17 | 134.62 | 98% |
| 15 | 2013-02-01 21:33:03 | 118.45 | 94% |