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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56 | 2011-11-15 06:26:32 | 43.13 | 90% |
| 14 | 2011-10-09 01:20:49 | 40.26 | 91% |