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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2889 | 2021-02-25 16:04:59 | 85.53 | 97.4% |
| 1461 | 2019-01-12 08:21:35 | 85.25 | 98% |