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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 507 | 2021-05-08 03:52:53 | 80.95 | 97% |
| 51 | 2016-04-18 12:46:59 | 54.20 | 90% |