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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 251 | 2021-01-06 01:13:20 | 50.78 | 92% |
| 212 | 2021-01-05 21:32:33 | 56.96 | 93% |