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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1362 | 2021-12-11 06:53:09 | 80.93 | 98% |
| 204 | 2014-05-30 14:35:21 | 66.60 | 90% |