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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1300 | 2014-12-16 04:13:41 | 103.36 | 83% |
| 1031 | 2014-01-24 02:28:41 | 100.13 | 84% |