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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2019-09-28 04:24:22 | 139.41 | 98% |
| 270 | 2019-08-30 20:36:55 | 130.80 | 98% |