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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1591 | 2021-04-06 08:02:50 | 73.62 | 97% |
| 628 | 2020-09-17 13:38:12 | 71.29 | 97% |