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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35 | 2012-03-05 08:00:04 | 76.76 | 99% |
| 8 | 2012-03-04 09:00:47 | 66.06 | 96% |