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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1051 | 2010-10-05 00:04:33 | 43.12 | |
| 318 | 2010-09-10 08:40:34 | 26.17 |