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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2013-12-20 12:50:16 | 38.43 | 87% |
| 72 | 2013-12-20 12:36:38 | 43.34 | 93% |