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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 290 | 2011-04-08 19:50:24 | 106.43 | |
| 177 | 2011-01-09 22:36:05 | 104.46 |