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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64 | 2009-02-16 14:53:07 | 36.27 | |
| 1 | 2009-02-14 06:28:53 | 30.45 |