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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210 | 2014-03-20 02:31:43 | 102.22 | 95% |
15 | 2014-01-21 03:51:52 | 93.88 | 96% |