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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6011 | 2020-03-02 13:30:43 | 119.57 | 100% |
| 3506 | 2019-07-05 20:20:45 | 87.60 | 97% |