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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424 | 2013-05-16 19:31:16 | 117.37 | 94% |
384 | 2013-05-02 13:32:47 | 127.73 | 98% |
260 | 2013-04-17 13:07:43 | 109.25 | 97% |