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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4934 | 2020-01-20 18:01:57 | 147.19 | 99% |
| 4650 | 2018-07-15 16:54:25 | 173.18 | 100% |