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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702 | 2012-08-28 13:35:56 | 67.43 | 90% |
205 | 2012-08-07 13:04:37 | 73.39 | 96% |