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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65 | 2013-08-25 20:04:35 | 79.40 | 91% |
| 8 | 2013-08-25 17:40:10 | 89.38 | 94% |