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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 825 | 2014-03-10 00:42:58 | 53.57 | 95% |
| 702 | 2014-03-09 18:10:26 | 53.80 | 97% |