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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2009-01-05 05:23:34 | 62.87 | |
| 111 | 2008-11-26 01:21:10 | 72.83 |