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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2016 | 2016-07-05 09:32:49 | 114.74 | 90% |
| 2003 | 2016-07-04 15:20:07 | 112.93 | 91% |