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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 126 | 2011-07-07 15:27:39 | 116.17 | 96% |
| 102 | 2011-06-13 21:39:03 | 115.21 | 95% |