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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2010-02-08 12:03:36 | 78.37 | |
| 78 | 2010-02-07 03:30:39 | 71.52 |