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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 120 | 2014-02-04 14:57:46 | 67.22 | 98% |
| 71 | 2014-01-31 14:05:29 | 64.98 | 97% |