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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749 | 2014-05-26 19:01:36 | 92.47 | 95% |
466 | 2014-05-09 16:52:25 | 94.25 | 93% |