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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 259 | 2011-06-28 00:40:42 | 113.39 | 92% |
| 245 | 2011-06-28 00:30:27 | 119.02 | 94% |