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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3923 | 2019-03-26 14:31:06 | 82.02 | 97% |
195 | 2017-10-20 18:12:17 | 40.63 | 92% |