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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 262 | 2012-02-19 17:33:15 | 100.20 | 94% |
| 197 | 2012-01-12 17:33:50 | 94.69 | 95% |