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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2012-06-11 20:56:16 | 122.13 | 94% |
| 237 | 2012-05-24 22:46:04 | 124.57 | 98% |