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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1161 | 2016-11-01 16:06:49 | 88.58 | 95% |
724 | 2016-10-06 12:21:28 | 83.62 | 97% |