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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2019-05-10 09:55:58 | 100.03 | 97% |
| 210 | 2019-04-07 04:39:03 | 104.58 | 97% |