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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764 | 2014-06-19 02:42:50 | 57.90 | 89% |
672 | 2014-06-17 02:42:34 | 64.66 | 95% |