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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2012-03-27 23:21:12 | 76.95 | 92% |
| 665 | 2012-03-16 04:09:15 | 92.66 | 97% |