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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1183 | 2010-11-17 11:08:48 | 53.72 | |
| 517 | 2009-11-16 15:44:53 | 39.07 |