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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5334 | 2020-06-29 15:23:35 | 111.44 | 97% |
| 3914 | 2020-05-06 13:26:44 | 112.61 | 98% |