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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2014-05-08 15:01:50 | 92.88 | 96% |
| 198 | 2014-05-01 15:22:18 | 85.68 | 95% |