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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 143 | 2009-09-14 13:27:24 | 54.26 | |
| 12 | 2009-08-27 13:36:57 | 64.42 |