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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580 | 2009-08-27 14:04:27 | 53.62 | |
441 | 2009-08-22 10:58:15 | 56.76 |