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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3138 | 2021-04-04 19:13:57 | 94.87 | 98% |
| 1535 | 2020-09-07 23:49:10 | 95.14 | 97% |