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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2011-03-31 00:24:06 | 90.13 | |
| 77 | 2011-03-25 22:18:52 | 94.80 |