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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1161 | 2012-01-10 04:20:58 | 71.22 | 96% |
| 152 | 2011-01-26 07:20:06 | 41.49 |