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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3469 | 2020-02-12 22:05:48 | 86.60 | 97% |
| 2947 | 2019-10-05 06:26:43 | 90.90 | 97% |