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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3229 | 2021-05-15 13:20:06 | 78.50 | 95% |
| 585 | 2020-07-05 11:58:08 | 66.43 | 96% |