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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 187 | 2012-12-13 20:44:11 | 76.86 | 92% |
| 73 | 2012-12-07 21:59:26 | 77.72 | 94% |