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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1403 | 2021-04-11 16:35:43 | 84.30 | 98% |
| 179 | 2015-01-02 21:45:51 | 58.07 | 93% |