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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 415 | 2009-01-24 03:44:34 | 129.48 | |
| 301 | 2008-12-23 06:07:27 | 126.85 |