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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 711 | 2021-01-20 01:14:44 | 87.37 | 97% |
| 448 | 2021-01-12 01:16:24 | 88.81 | 95% |