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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1324 | 2020-12-05 13:49:06 | 79.06 | 96% |
| 493 | 2020-10-31 10:04:21 | 70.86 | 96% |