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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2021-06-07 07:43:16 | 84.94 | 97% |
| 702 | 2019-09-15 08:32:55 | 84.20 | 98% |