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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5499 | 2021-03-02 12:50:07 | 91.40 | 99% |
| 1792 | 2019-05-27 22:08:59 | 86.61 | 97% |