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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7374 | 2020-11-09 02:30:31 | 74.19 | 97% |
| 2010 | 2020-08-30 12:28:32 | 67.71 | 97% |