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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 369 | 2011-08-26 04:50:08 | 94.55 | 95% |
| 278 | 2011-07-30 08:37:49 | 92.05 | 97% |