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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3383 | 2021-02-23 03:48:14 | 138.51 | 98% |
| 665 | 2020-12-23 08:51:10 | 131.88 | 99% |