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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324 | 2013-08-12 12:02:02 | 101.23 | 95% |
73 | 2011-04-23 17:07:30 | 83.00 |