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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1131 | 2021-06-17 07:04:46 | 54.49 | 94% |
| 1015 | 2021-06-13 18:20:16 | 54.37 | 95% |