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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1945 | 2021-04-25 09:20:05 | 82.08 | 98% |
| 1304 | 2021-04-16 12:11:13 | 71.90 | 96% |