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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2013-02-08 20:36:55 | 67.24 | 88% |
| 144 | 2012-12-04 03:18:17 | 71.19 | 94% |