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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2011-05-23 01:53:53 | 124.53 | 93% |
| 38 | 2011-05-02 17:13:21 | 127.97 |