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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156 | 2010-02-23 19:45:17 | 63.55 | |
99 | 2010-01-29 20:01:18 | 58.58 |