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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2800 | 2021-06-26 06:15:21 | 64.78 | 95% |
| 1983 | 2021-02-08 05:32:09 | 47.75 | 95% |