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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 301 | 2013-05-01 15:11:49 | 74.84 | 99% |
| 255 | 2013-04-30 21:55:23 | 69.20 | 96% |