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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5498 | 2021-08-03 00:56:07 | 57.11 | 94% |
| 1634 | 2019-11-08 05:18:40 | 45.47 | 94% |