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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 592 | 2010-05-14 12:17:06 | 56.96 | |
| 17 | 2009-06-18 16:27:15 | 55.15 |