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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1211 | 2021-08-21 04:28:16 | 67.54 | 95% |
| 52 | 2021-05-21 04:17:06 | 57.15 | 93% |