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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2573 | 2022-01-24 00:43:14 | 90.80 | 98% |
685 | 2020-04-25 13:34:46 | 60.91 | 95% |