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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1370 | 2013-09-16 18:40:15 | 49.23 | 95% |
| 1280 | 2013-09-13 19:14:08 | 42.65 | 90% |