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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 241 | 2014-11-23 15:02:32 | 74.50 | 93% |
| 169 | 2014-03-16 10:53:00 | 55.59 | 90% |