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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1265 | 2021-01-05 00:01:45 | 93.23 | 97% |
| 623 | 2019-06-21 01:17:40 | 75.72 | 96% |