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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 184 | 2010-11-02 00:13:50 | 118.65 | |
| 177 | 2010-11-02 00:01:45 | 112.40 |