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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 244 | 2014-02-01 05:17:15 | 107.10 | 93% |
| 83 | 2013-09-22 01:09:06 | 81.31 | 86% |