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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2021-06-03 04:50:22 | 48.42 | 94% |
| 1080 | 2021-06-02 00:58:32 | 39.58 | 93% |