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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309 | 2009-01-12 02:34:20 | 46.68 | |
129 | 2009-01-10 08:02:15 | 35.90 |