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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748 | 2016-12-13 08:32:52 | 96.63 | 95% |
641 | 2016-11-20 19:51:41 | 94.82 | 96% |
293 | 2016-03-12 21:33:11 | 86.67 | 95% |