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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1033 | 2008-11-28 17:54:43 | 74.91 | |
| 350 | 2008-10-24 06:10:42 | 60.55 |