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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 363 | 2020-12-27 01:45:47 | 91.37 | 97% |
| 88 | 2020-12-13 02:31:15 | 95.89 | 99% |