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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 142 | 2012-10-10 14:16:08 | 72.55 | 94% |
| 123 | 2012-10-09 08:10:02 | 72.53 | 92% |