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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51 | 2015-10-29 18:43:54 | 136.93 | 96% |
30 | 2014-10-01 00:47:07 | 128.09 | 97% |