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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 147 | 2011-08-04 05:29:58 | 84.18 | 97% |
| 14 | 2011-07-28 20:13:38 | 100.28 | 98% |