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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2021-09-21 12:34:52 | 118.49 | 98% |
| 1687 | 2021-09-05 04:03:14 | 113.96 | 96% |