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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 690 | 2011-09-20 06:10:32 | 57.56 | 94% |
| 206 | 2011-09-01 06:28:44 | 45.58 | 90% |