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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2014-05-09 08:08:50 | 53.52 | 84% |
| 1121 | 2014-05-03 20:59:13 | 64.36 | 92% |