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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2293 | 2012-11-24 17:30:16 | 54.04 | 99% |
| 873 | 2012-08-05 21:11:12 | 35.21 | 95% |