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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 966 | 2011-11-19 21:34:21 | 48.20 | 97% |
| 537 | 2009-03-21 09:24:52 | 41.40 |