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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7630 | 2019-11-23 23:52:00 | 99.99 | 98% |
3269 | 2019-02-28 17:49:30 | 98.46 | 98% |