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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1799 | 2021-07-26 18:52:33 | 115.27 | 98% |
| 352 | 2020-12-25 22:25:07 | 109.19 | 98% |