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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5342 | 2021-01-18 01:57:07 | 105.97 | 96% |
| 4392 | 2020-12-23 19:27:08 | 112.12 | 97% |