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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1748 | 2022-06-07 20:57:28 | 68.96 | 96% |
343 | 2019-12-03 23:22:54 | 53.92 | 97% |