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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2744 | 2021-12-13 03:52:45 | 80.07 | 98% |
| 707 | 2020-09-23 21:12:46 | 71.71 | 96% |