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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2200 | 2021-02-08 04:31:18 | 98.23 | 97% |
| 1136 | 2021-01-29 08:38:46 | 82.79 | 95.4% |