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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2020-04-20 17:54:09 | 117.64 | 98% |
| 496 | 2018-08-24 09:19:08 | 99.78 | 98% |