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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 203 | 2020-11-14 09:43:40 | 200.81 | 100% |
| 85 | 2020-11-08 10:33:32 | 189.10 | 97% |