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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 295 | 2021-03-20 20:19:32 | 82.33 | 95% |
| 166 | 2021-02-14 07:10:10 | 96.05 | 97% |