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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1266 | 2019-11-24 16:09:47 | 66.49 | 95% |
| 1224 | 2019-11-23 06:03:31 | 69.52 | 96% |