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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 110 | 2012-04-24 18:10:24 | 48.04 | 91% |
| 66 | 2012-04-17 18:07:56 | 53.72 | 91% |