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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 865 | 2021-12-19 01:04:59 | 111.60 | 98% |
| 607 | 2021-10-23 00:36:57 | 106.57 | 98% |