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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 850 | 2013-01-08 16:10:00 | 67.34 | 96% |
| 762 | 2011-10-26 06:11:15 | 65.90 | 97% |