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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 458 | 2009-06-10 22:59:18 | 88.12 | |
| 250 | 2009-06-07 15:36:05 | 40.53 |