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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3603 | 2018-02-19 18:01:24 | 35.32 | 97% |
2488 | 2016-01-31 18:59:21 | 31.67 | 94% |
1752 | 2015-05-20 20:29:57 | 36.66 | 95% |