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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2012-12-04 17:59:20 | 136.23 | 97% |
| 379 | 2012-11-21 06:11:47 | 146.52 | 100% |