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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2013-05-04 18:16:54 | 72.66 | 94% |
| 571 | 2012-11-05 11:17:32 | 71.55 | 94% |