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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44 | 2010-10-26 11:26:36 | 98.80 | |
5 | 2010-10-25 11:26:25 | 95.95 |