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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 260 | 2020-11-18 19:20:18 | 60.47 | 96% |
| 85 | 2020-11-10 09:33:52 | 54.52 | 95% |