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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 185 | 2013-09-07 08:44:18 | 84.28 | 94% |
| 3 | 2013-07-28 19:00:50 | 75.13 | 92% |