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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 336 | 2011-06-07 00:29:24 | 65.78 | 94% |
| 113 | 2011-06-02 16:14:39 | 67.11 | 95% |