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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219 | 2013-04-24 03:07:36 | 70.29 | 92% |
120 | 2013-04-04 04:14:16 | 69.32 | 89% |