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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537 | 2016-01-31 11:27:31 | 119.70 | 98% |
321 | 2016-01-02 08:18:17 | 90.00 | 89% |