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The breath of the morning, I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer air. I live in a town where you can't smell a thing; you watch your feet for cracks in the pavement. Up above, aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home, of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits, drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets...

Game Time WPM Accuracy
23385 2022-10-12 04:28:16 199.49 99%
21679 2022-02-18 23:10:21 181.91 98%
14795 2021-06-03 03:00:57 229.41 100%
1035 2020-07-18 01:17:14 160.17 98%
965 2020-07-16 22:07:35 118.16 95%