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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4868 | 2020-09-19 21:59:44 | 89.33 | 97% |
| 11 | 2019-11-22 08:16:07 | 61.52 | 95% |