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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 78 | 2011-03-12 06:12:16 | 116.87 | |
| 68 | 2011-03-12 06:03:10 | 112.06 |