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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2684 | 2021-02-24 00:29:58 | 60.62 | 96.2% |
| 2215 | 2021-02-17 18:53:43 | 65.62 | 98.2% |