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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 190 | 2013-09-28 12:14:39 | 95.03 | 98% |
| 154 | 2013-09-21 07:53:00 | 99.94 | 97% |