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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 86 | 2009-07-24 02:15:28 | 72.51 | |
| 28 | 2009-07-22 16:29:04 | 57.72 |