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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 180 | 2009-12-07 13:19:21 | 94.31 | |
| 85 | 2009-12-02 14:54:37 | 77.74 |