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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 153 | 2009-05-24 10:48:23 | 140.49 | |
| 111 | 2009-05-22 21:24:22 | 142.53 |