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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5467 | 2022-05-11 05:32:26 | 85.21 | 98% |
1162 | 2021-08-19 10:41:12 | 62.75 | 94% |