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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149 | 2015-04-07 03:53:18 | 70.15 | 97% |
35 | 2015-03-11 01:57:54 | 59.57 | 95% |