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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112 | 2009-02-17 07:35:45 | 85.13 | |
79 | 2009-02-17 03:12:45 | 82.12 |