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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1163 | 2020-11-24 00:49:21 | 103.43 | 98% |
| 1015 | 2020-11-15 01:40:52 | 101.31 | 98% |