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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 96 | 2008-10-24 12:41:31 | 53.18 | |
| 65 | 2008-10-06 12:02:34 | 74.63 |