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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 554 | 2009-05-11 15:25:39 | 118.74 | |
| 53 | 2008-10-09 03:00:48 | 114.12 |