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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 353 | 2012-07-11 09:22:11 | 129.75 | 100% |
| 37 | 2011-04-29 03:38:58 | 117.37 |