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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33 | 2011-12-21 08:02:14 | 116.64 | 99% |
| 20 | 2011-12-20 09:09:48 | 112.71 | 99% |