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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2013-01-07 12:16:49 | 161.74 | 96% |
| 182 | 2013-01-06 12:48:45 | 149.58 | 95% |