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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1826 | 2022-07-05 13:27:20 | 69.80 | 97% |
835 | 2022-05-10 07:43:35 | 68.22 | 98% |