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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 540 | 2009-03-09 07:22:23 | 56.80 | |
| 265 | 2009-01-06 06:05:43 | 49.87 |