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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 797 | 2010-05-09 14:32:55 | 50.45 | |
| 94 | 2010-04-26 09:29:34 | 31.13 |