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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2020-12-24 09:23:16 | 84.97 | 98% |
| 789 | 2020-10-26 08:55:13 | 81.23 | 97% |