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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72 | 2013-05-26 00:06:50 | 70.68 | 87% |
| 18 | 2012-11-08 00:26:28 | 87.11 | 96% |