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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2012-06-26 04:36:20 | 137.73 | 95% |
| 204 | 2012-06-24 06:37:00 | 137.88 | 96% |