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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2012-12-06 01:16:22 | 96.76 | 94% |
| 191 | 2012-12-02 19:57:56 | 98.71 | 96% |