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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8010 | 2021-01-08 18:40:11 | 129.07 | 98% |
| 1138 | 2020-01-21 22:13:38 | 90.52 | 96% |