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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 736 | 2011-01-08 13:20:40 | 84.14 | |
| 328 | 2010-12-24 16:44:48 | 67.04 |