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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4787 | 2020-03-20 02:56:10 | 103.28 | 97% |
| 4246 | 2019-11-30 03:09:54 | 112.18 | 98% |