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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 425 | 2014-11-27 19:56:54 | 23.50 | 85% |
| 285 | 2014-02-06 06:45:01 | 32.65 | 94% |