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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2010-03-13 22:50:41 | 87.92 | |
| 42 | 2009-11-26 03:28:00 | 76.11 |