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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 385 | 2012-12-12 14:42:55 | 59.92 | 97% |
| 61 | 2011-04-04 11:59:08 | 49.20 |