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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781 | 2010-12-06 15:07:40 | 42.04 | |
504 | 2010-11-25 13:46:35 | 40.09 |