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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 731 | 2010-01-26 00:28:53 | 153.59 | |
| 440 | 2009-03-09 15:50:42 | 161.68 |