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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2014-10-27 19:58:31 | 57.74 | 88% |
| 5 | 2014-09-23 21:13:21 | 51.97 | 94% |