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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233 | 2021-06-22 18:24:34 | 58.63 | 96% |
92 | 2018-11-04 16:28:22 | 41.93 | 96% |