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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7933 | 2021-03-17 01:31:48 | 97.96 | 97% |
5191 | 2020-11-09 04:07:41 | 88.73 | 97% |
169 | 2020-06-28 22:02:17 | 83.28 | 98% |