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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1362 | 2013-12-27 18:02:28 | 49.12 | 95% |
| 1340 | 2013-12-26 18:29:16 | 47.03 | 95% |