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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 503 | 2011-06-02 16:05:27 | 70.98 | 99% |
| 441 | 2010-09-01 13:47:19 | 68.23 |