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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1144 | 2022-03-03 01:07:40 | 86.66 | 97% |
| 153 | 2017-01-18 22:44:38 | 60.30 | 92% |