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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 239 | 2013-10-24 22:25:17 | 105.21 | 94% |
| 32 | 2013-10-10 16:20:39 | 98.82 | 95% |