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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1146 | 2010-06-03 12:42:09 | 64.34 | |
| 1056 | 2010-04-23 18:28:16 | 76.29 |