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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3006 | 2020-11-02 18:03:34 | 167.40 | 99% |
| 857 | 2017-02-17 10:23:01 | 154.36 | 96% |