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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 148 | 2008-11-05 13:53:06 | 117.42 | |
| 121 | 2008-11-03 16:07:53 | 109.70 |