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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576 | 2016-01-20 16:21:25 | 51.51 | 89% |
48 | 2015-12-01 23:10:59 | 33.43 | 92% |