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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 129 | 2012-02-12 13:09:02 | 25.73 | 83% |
| 61 | 2012-02-02 11:51:02 | 25.49 | 88% |