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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1008 | 2016-03-06 10:10:14 | 67.41 | 93% |
629 | 2016-01-20 07:37:26 | 63.09 | 94% |