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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30 | 2012-07-02 02:09:05 | 72.26 | 87% |
| 27 | 2012-07-02 02:06:00 | 97.27 | 93% |