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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1254 | 2012-03-14 04:48:58 | 67.67 | 95% |
1245 | 2012-03-13 18:15:37 | 70.35 | 94% |