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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 529 | 2021-12-09 20:52:54 | 110.76 | 99% |
| 168 | 2018-04-15 22:32:25 | 86.48 | 98% |