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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210 | 2008-09-25 07:44:26 | 145.78 | |
| 77 | 2008-09-16 08:28:04 | 128.03 |