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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 300 | 2013-04-28 05:55:18 | 61.47 | 89% |
| 187 | 2013-04-15 01:23:48 | 53.01 | 88% |