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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1457 | 2020-03-11 08:17:03 | 42.20 | 97% |
| 567 | 2020-02-01 15:09:47 | 37.87 | 96% |