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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2013-10-17 05:43:42 | 60.86 | 86% |
| 32 | 2013-08-08 05:53:18 | 43.85 | 87% |