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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 837 | 2011-10-06 01:02:19 | 52.49 | 89% |
| 814 | 2011-10-03 04:17:11 | 46.29 | 90% |