Text race history for Ty (that_1_guest_bri)

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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
5 2021-01-13 03:18:34 68.16 96%