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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 495 | 2010-09-08 02:15:35 | 145.06 | |
| 126 | 2009-02-26 16:54:51 | 123.73 |