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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104 | 2010-08-05 19:22:39 | 117.11 | |
| 97 | 2010-08-05 19:16:14 | 105.53 |