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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2013-06-06 05:40:56 | 65.00 | 94% |
| 368 | 2010-08-07 04:46:03 | 53.73 |