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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 247 | 2011-07-21 16:56:28 | 98.10 | 96% |
| 147 | 2008-10-05 03:24:05 | 79.06 |