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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5966 | 2021-01-27 17:53:59 | 62.21 | 93.8% |
| 329 | 2020-04-28 20:42:28 | 40.70 | 96% |