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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 127 | 2014-05-07 02:37:28 | 83.55 | 99% |
| 112 | 2014-05-06 02:30:11 | 76.68 | 95% |