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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 699 | 2022-02-20 03:33:57 | 98.08 | 97% |
| 121 | 2017-10-25 18:57:00 | 63.19 | 97% |