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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702 | 2013-06-04 07:00:12 | 115.60 | 93% |
96 | 2009-06-18 22:32:08 | 107.54 |