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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2010-03-05 03:15:31 | 53.62 | |
| 76 | 2010-01-08 14:40:09 | 35.88 |