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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1869 | 2021-05-23 01:38:41 | 122.07 | 98% |
1501 | 2021-01-28 08:21:18 | 125.75 | 99.4% |