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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3369 | 2021-07-12 20:00:09 | 83.62 | 99% |
| 920 | 2017-06-03 22:27:39 | 70.04 | 95% |