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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 182 | 2012-05-01 19:00:13 | 78.93 | 98% |
| 155 | 2012-04-04 17:33:42 | 77.40 | 96% |