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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 122 | 2013-09-10 18:45:59 | 65.99 | 95% |
| 10 | 2013-08-10 17:48:53 | 54.49 | 93% |