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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2702 | 2010-11-04 10:24:50 | 75.92 | |
779 | 2010-10-16 10:53:13 | 69.97 |