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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 541 | 2012-01-14 15:11:50 | 42.00 | 98% |
| 287 | 2011-11-06 02:10:48 | 35.52 | 97% |