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 |
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983 | 2016-10-19 11:57:55 | 110.84 | 95% |
143 | 2015-12-31 07:39:41 | 108.01 | 97% |
115 | 2015-12-31 03:44:47 | 101.08 | 95% |