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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1686 | 2021-01-07 00:12:38 | 89.37 | 97% |
1487 | 2021-01-05 07:02:29 | 96.81 | 98% |