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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 557 | 2009-01-27 16:48:59 | 51.89 | |
| 115 | 2009-01-23 07:53:49 | 47.50 |