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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 447 | 2013-07-10 10:02:54 | 67.90 | 22% |
| 274 | 2013-07-04 09:09:51 | 57.11 | 96% |