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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53 | 2013-01-29 01:13:00 | 106.44 | 91% |
| 3 | 2013-01-28 19:27:25 | 95.07 | 90% |