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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2013-08-18 08:19:53 | 63.18 | 95% |
| 140 | 2012-01-18 07:25:22 | 36.75 | 97% |