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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1601 | 2021-05-03 16:20:50 | 147.90 | 99% |
611 | 2020-10-15 12:08:11 | 127.28 | 97% |