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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1417 | 2020-12-31 06:36:48 | 181.75 | 99% |
| 1014 | 2020-12-26 04:29:11 | 185.70 | 99% |