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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2072 | 2020-08-24 17:42:54 | 59.50 | 96% |
| 922 | 2020-03-21 19:47:46 | 52.11 | 96% |