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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 304 | 2013-08-25 02:23:08 | 90.51 | 96% |
| 127 | 2013-08-04 07:40:00 | 86.84 | 96% |