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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 122 | 2012-05-13 21:19:42 | 73.66 | 96% |
| 67 | 2012-05-13 14:49:32 | 66.87 | 96% |