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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 448 | 2014-10-24 15:10:14 | 32.32 | 90% |
| 410 | 2014-04-15 13:18:59 | 35.87 | 95% |