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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1184 | 2014-01-02 03:42:59 | 43.84 | 94% |
121 | 2008-11-22 09:19:00 | 38.56 | |
74 | 2008-10-28 04:11:59 | 45.90 |