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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2013-09-14 13:02:41 | 54.56 | 93% |
| 85 | 2013-07-07 12:59:18 | 42.69 | 91% |