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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 466 | 2014-11-26 19:54:35 | 100.36 | 98% |
| 130 | 2014-11-16 00:23:26 | 75.32 | 89% |