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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 896 | 2013-01-03 06:15:14 | 83.11 | 98% |
| 684 | 2010-04-21 14:07:47 | 76.86 |