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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 147 | 2011-11-06 16:57:30 | 91.27 | 96% |
| 102 | 2011-11-01 15:09:07 | 79.08 | 93% |