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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2012-01-12 17:32:13 | 60.08 | 89% |
| 359 | 2012-01-07 19:26:47 | 61.57 | 92% |