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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1035 | 2021-08-19 02:03:39 | 100.91 | 97% |
611 | 2020-11-24 08:28:37 | 91.58 | 96% |