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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 660 | 2010-05-15 16:04:17 | 116.33 | |
| 455 | 2010-04-20 01:23:16 | 122.14 |