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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2011-12-06 01:12:07 | 136.47 | 95% |
| 8 | 2011-07-10 22:55:21 | 136.44 | 94% |