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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1468 | 2019-05-17 18:22:39 | 66.24 | 96% |
| 465 | 2019-04-23 14:21:39 | 71.79 | 97% |