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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 137 | 2010-10-12 13:35:12 | 78.93 | |
| 82 | 2010-10-11 17:52:39 | 74.50 |