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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309 | 2016-10-31 21:18:27 | 57.10 | 94% |
304 | 2016-10-31 21:10:08 | 58.16 | 97% |