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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2011-06-07 21:32:34 | 60.31 | 83% |
| 193 | 2011-06-06 23:09:54 | 74.97 | 91% |