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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2012-07-18 12:10:57 | 76.24 | 93% |
| 303 | 2012-06-10 03:05:55 | 76.21 | 95% |