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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 256 | 2011-03-16 00:48:37 | 65.26 | |
| 191 | 2010-02-21 14:30:49 | 45.74 |