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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 549 | 2014-12-07 15:41:45 | 53.61 | 82% |
| 166 | 2014-11-18 17:20:25 | 56.38 | 85% |