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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 672 | 2011-04-06 17:43:17 | 49.94 | 98% |
| 412 | 2011-03-28 12:49:03 | 38.70 |