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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2014-04-20 19:07:28 | 68.60 | 88% |
| 5 | 2014-04-13 17:38:45 | 62.10 | 88% |