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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1400 | 2019-09-30 01:38:03 | 108.03 | 99% |
| 1377 | 2019-09-28 04:24:34 | 96.42 | 98% |