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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49 | 2011-01-26 19:55:48 | 52.86 | |
| 15 | 2011-01-11 20:00:33 | 51.38 |