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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 625 | 2014-04-04 14:31:14 | 94.03 | 96% |
| 123 | 2013-04-24 12:38:04 | 74.35 | 95% |