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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 207 | 2009-09-06 11:04:19 | 49.91 | |
| 155 | 2009-09-05 09:16:16 | 56.44 |