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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2237 | 2021-01-05 06:59:18 | 45.02 | 95% |
| 2222 | 2021-01-05 06:38:33 | 46.89 | 97% |