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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2020-07-19 15:31:29 | 102.00 | 97% |
| 302 | 2020-05-04 04:43:07 | 98.42 | 97% |