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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1312 | 2013-03-09 12:53:21 | 86.30 | 97% |
| 335 | 2013-01-08 11:59:13 | 65.34 | 98% |