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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 299 | 2012-07-30 17:24:52 | 87.59 | 90% |
| 197 | 2012-07-24 19:00:36 | 114.13 | 97% |