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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20 | 2009-01-03 14:34:10 | 39.19 | |
| 2 | 2008-12-29 21:35:43 | 25.11 |