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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 965 | 2013-02-13 21:48:17 | 58.62 | 89% |
| 695 | 2011-10-06 11:27:25 | 61.00 | 95% |