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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 515 | 2013-07-30 09:28:49 | 36.00 | 98% |
| 479 | 2013-07-30 04:21:21 | 35.17 | 96% |