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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 596 | 2021-06-13 02:51:16 | 51.10 | 96% |
| 574 | 2021-06-11 13:50:08 | 52.93 | 95% |