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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 192 | 2012-04-20 01:05:05 | 38.57 | 96% |
| 83 | 2012-04-19 00:47:45 | 32.69 | 89% |