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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34 | 2012-10-12 18:17:03 | 132.72 | 98% |
| 27 | 2012-10-12 01:20:23 | 116.00 | 97% |