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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2037 | 2017-07-17 01:23:12 | 143.52 | 100% |
425 | 2016-09-20 06:36:47 | 119.69 | 93% |