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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266 | 2023-08-18 15:28:58 | 42.90 | 96% |
248 | 2023-01-24 08:58:19 | 52.13 | 95% |