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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3524 | 2020-03-29 19:06:47 | 62.52 | 95% |
| 472 | 2019-11-30 14:30:38 | 61.39 | 96% |