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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1123 | 2014-02-22 00:22:07 | 59.04 | 88% |
| 769 | 2014-01-25 00:57:52 | 56.12 | 90% |