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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 515 | 2014-01-28 05:58:25 | 95.22 | 96% |
| 56 | 2014-01-03 01:12:17 | 89.14 | 94% |