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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2011-08-08 22:46:27 | 58.15 | 93% |
| 560 | 2011-07-29 07:15:47 | 56.66 | 95% |