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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 346 | 2014-04-21 12:15:36 | 43.45 | 93% |
| 254 | 2014-02-16 12:58:49 | 35.63 | 93% |