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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 71 | 2012-09-29 09:53:43 | 78.04 | 92% |
| 26 | 2012-03-10 05:13:46 | 74.64 | 92% |