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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3827 | 2020-07-14 23:51:04 | 107.03 | 97% |
| 298 | 2017-03-10 23:30:11 | 62.45 | 91% |