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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 168 | 2009-03-14 05:31:56 | 42.36 | |
| 158 | 2009-03-08 11:12:31 | 38.17 |