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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2011-12-19 13:18:41 | 59.63 | 92% |
| 192 | 2011-11-30 18:01:36 | 50.59 | 96% |
| 30 | 2011-11-26 08:01:38 | 33.50 | 90% |