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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 668 | 2021-04-14 06:56:02 | 80.92 | 97% |
| 526 | 2021-04-11 04:51:11 | 105.29 | 99% |