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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 312 | 2011-08-09 05:52:53 | 37.51 | 78% |
| 279 | 2011-08-08 14:44:54 | 76.00 | 90% |