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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 896 | 2012-06-01 02:39:20 | 50.74 | 93% |
| 705 | 2012-05-19 21:50:17 | 41.57 | 88% |