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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 369 | 2011-12-26 06:03:32 | 106.57 | 90% |
| 339 | 2011-12-26 04:33:18 | 115.81 | 94% |