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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 108 | 2009-12-31 07:17:01 | 66.70 | |
| 59 | 2009-12-23 10:32:29 | 62.86 |