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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1151 | 2011-08-12 17:27:38 | 56.72 | 95% |
| 1111 | 2011-08-09 19:08:25 | 58.76 | 96% |