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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2169 | 2021-04-12 11:54:18 | 80.04 | 98% |
| 635 | 2020-07-21 03:17:01 | 73.52 | 99% |