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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 600 | 2014-03-18 01:47:17 | 107.43 | 94% |
| 539 | 2013-11-20 12:33:24 | 107.03 | 95% |