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 | 2013-07-15 13:26:32 | 86.25 | 97% |
89 | 2013-07-10 02:43:59 | 84.88 | 97% |