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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 944 | 2010-05-23 21:49:41 | 87.12 | |
| 359 | 2010-04-11 13:06:00 | 93.25 |