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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 460 | 2011-12-12 00:18:20 | 109.26 | 91% |
| 81 | 2011-07-08 01:40:48 | 119.21 | 95% |