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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 354 | 2014-03-30 18:46:12 | 111.88 | 97% |
| 299 | 2014-03-30 11:42:57 | 101.15 | 95% |