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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1597 | 2013-06-23 13:34:22 | 48.01 | 94% |
| 668 | 2013-05-22 03:20:50 | 44.31 | 96% |