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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2014-12-02 13:27:12 | 31.94 | 91% |
| 194 | 2014-11-26 18:49:34 | 27.55 | 92% |