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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1207 | 2015-08-30 00:02:03 | 68.55 | 96% |
431 | 2015-07-21 14:55:29 | 52.95 | 97% |