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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 901 | 2021-02-09 14:52:39 | 69.35 | 97% |
| 440 | 2021-01-18 02:12:00 | 69.33 | 96% |