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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183 | 2012-06-20 16:58:26 | 60.62 | 94% |
127 | 2010-04-21 10:07:37 | 47.67 |