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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2014-07-30 17:19:34 | 141.24 | 97% |
| 301 | 2014-07-21 01:02:17 | 127.14 | 94% |