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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 93 | 2011-02-01 21:14:14 | 87.35 | |
| 42 | 2008-10-16 02:02:55 | 82.87 |