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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2021-07-03 13:25:18 | 78.40 | 98% |
| 336 | 2021-06-17 01:25:32 | 74.49 | 96% |