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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1524 | 2021-04-05 09:37:08 | 80.31 | 95% |
| 1402 | 2021-03-29 00:20:25 | 73.70 | 94% |