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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168 | 2014-05-29 11:29:40 | 112.21 | 84% |
155 | 2013-10-01 05:21:45 | 132.61 | 94% |