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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1473 | 2016-12-11 12:35:29 | 50.33 | 91% |
389 | 2016-10-15 15:43:06 | 27.94 | 89% |