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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 152 | 2013-12-10 07:16:29 | 38.12 | 86% |
| 71 | 2013-10-18 09:06:22 | 50.62 | 89% |