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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2013-09-30 18:04:37 | 58.68 | 97% |
| 604 | 2013-07-19 17:39:57 | 50.81 | 95% |