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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2012-12-12 01:12:36 | 58.79 | 96% |
| 374 | 2012-10-08 09:57:08 | 41.75 | 86% |