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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2011-04-21 13:04:45 | 36.64 | |
| 635 | 2011-03-17 03:42:49 | 34.90 |