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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 380 | 2014-05-04 16:32:06 | 74.87 | 92% |
| 290 | 2014-05-03 06:11:28 | 79.88 | 95% |