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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2423 | 2020-12-25 02:08:12 | 106.39 | 99% |
| 1336 | 2019-02-06 06:04:08 | 95.52 | 97% |