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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1101 | 2021-08-12 22:37:49 | 75.93 | 95% |
| 949 | 2021-06-27 06:54:32 | 81.20 | 97% |