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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2405 | 2022-03-04 07:11:10 | 73.70 | 99% |
384 | 2021-05-12 04:53:18 | 48.80 | 94% |