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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2009-06-16 09:32:54 | 32.19 | |
| 123 | 2009-06-12 07:29:07 | 28.71 |