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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2717 | 2021-07-29 06:31:39 | 97.13 | 99% |
| 52 | 2020-04-14 03:28:12 | 84.20 | 98% |