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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1189 | 2013-03-22 17:47:32 | 64.18 | 88% |
1082 | 2013-03-19 08:38:28 | 72.08 | 94% |
434 | 2013-01-29 09:36:37 | 75.96 | 97% |