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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 832 | 2022-04-27 12:37:38 | 76.37 | 95% |
| 52 | 2016-09-23 22:08:54 | 56.68 | 88% |