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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3017 | 2019-09-12 15:08:21 | 81.90 | 100% |
| 2762 | 2019-08-12 11:48:10 | 79.03 | 99% |