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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 779 | 2011-09-04 10:05:32 | 81.74 | 88% |
| 776 | 2011-09-04 10:01:51 | 83.02 | 91% |