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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 251 | 2014-09-11 17:33:33 | 64.49 | 87% |
| 129 | 2014-09-09 07:03:17 | 61.41 | 88% |