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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 744 | 2021-06-02 15:16:19 | 57.25 | 96% |
| 264 | 2021-02-03 20:46:15 | 51.84 | 95.8% |