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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41 | 2008-10-08 13:02:21 | 64.12 | |
| 22 | 2008-10-08 11:20:09 | 59.88 |