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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 661 | 2011-11-22 08:46:31 | 86.47 | 100% |
| 453 | 2011-11-19 18:59:58 | 89.64 | 100% |