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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39 | 2011-01-14 02:04:31 | 69.06 | |
| 17 | 2011-01-14 00:43:56 | 71.17 |