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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 534 | 2011-06-30 05:13:35 | 143.97 | 97% |
| 63 | 2009-01-25 23:13:42 | 103.29 |