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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904 | 2016-09-10 15:26:33 | 86.37 | 84% |
518 | 2012-10-26 02:12:58 | 105.50 | 95% |