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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 238 | 2021-06-25 18:28:28 | 108.20 | 98% |
| 215 | 2021-06-25 18:10:15 | 93.20 | 96% |