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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 626 | 2013-06-19 11:30:08 | 57.64 | 94% |
| 33 | 2013-06-15 08:33:13 | 61.35 | 99% |