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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1112 | 2012-10-29 11:49:00 | 52.86 | 98% |
715 | 2012-03-28 12:47:50 | 51.18 | 96% |
348 | 2012-02-28 13:08:56 | 48.34 | 96% |