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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 793 | 2014-03-16 02:26:41 | 52.55 | 89% |
| 144 | 2011-03-21 08:25:52 | 53.02 |