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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1279 | 2010-01-06 05:38:24 | 101.33 | |
804 | 2009-12-11 07:26:50 | 72.22 | |
324 | 2009-07-26 08:35:55 | 75.81 |