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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 459 | 2013-11-15 01:37:06 | 39.05 | 92% |
| 369 | 2012-11-28 03:59:22 | 30.39 | 93% |