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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 785 | 2013-11-04 20:05:29 | 78.88 | 96% |
| 697 | 2013-10-16 16:52:36 | 72.49 | 94% |