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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4713 | 2021-05-10 03:16:10 | 123.12 | 100% |
| 3426 | 2021-01-22 08:23:33 | 110.13 | 98% |