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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 190 | 2010-07-06 14:07:58 | 86.27 | |
| 122 | 2009-11-18 23:13:03 | 86.87 |