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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 80 | 2010-01-07 13:04:55 | 85.46 | |
| 65 | 2010-01-01 12:47:13 | 80.45 |