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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33 | 2010-02-05 08:06:10 | 114.85 | |
| 3 | 2009-11-11 07:54:47 | 114.82 |