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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21 | 2013-02-20 23:07:11 | 76.93 | 89% |
| 5 | 2012-08-21 20:39:37 | 77.93 | 94% |