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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855 | 2011-04-01 19:31:28 | 91.76 | |
564 | 2011-03-10 14:02:48 | 92.97 |