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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 438 | 2009-03-30 10:02:26 | 60.56 | |
| 385 | 2009-03-30 08:28:41 | 66.18 |