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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 322 | 2010-11-04 15:48:56 | 52.95 | |
| 136 | 2010-04-22 07:02:05 | 48.56 |