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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 667 | 2009-05-08 14:25:09 | 55.95 | |
| 531 | 2009-03-23 14:31:50 | 51.00 |