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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 481 | 2010-06-11 22:02:13 | 117.43 | |
| 355 | 2009-04-13 02:58:25 | 117.16 |