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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182 | 2013-12-14 00:44:09 | 106.44 | 93% |
171 | 2013-12-06 17:55:37 | 105.81 | 93% |