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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 120 | 2010-10-19 13:24:05 | 50.97 | |
| 20 | 2010-10-08 16:05:00 | 52.95 |