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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 657 | 2013-03-29 15:59:08 | 54.85 | 92% |
| 650 | 2013-03-28 15:39:11 | 58.28 | 93% |