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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 87 | 2014-09-27 13:58:01 | 89.53 | 94% |
| 21 | 2014-09-26 14:34:20 | 83.15 | 95% |