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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 255 | 2011-04-08 20:27:45 | 84.44 | |
| 95 | 2010-07-01 16:05:47 | 80.19 |