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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54 | 2009-12-27 22:31:26 | 106.28 | |
| 4 | 2008-12-18 08:48:00 | 125.49 |