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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5447 | 2020-01-08 17:15:08 | 71.77 | 99% |
5425 | 2020-01-03 06:38:21 | 85.58 | 99% |
3700 | 2019-09-15 05:43:59 | 82.88 | 99% |