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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 176 | 2012-06-11 21:52:29 | 124.62 | 99% |
| 35 | 2012-05-10 19:29:35 | 102.68 | 95% |