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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 229 | 2020-08-11 06:47:08 | 112.65 | 97% |
| 59 | 2020-07-29 04:12:30 | 138.81 | 99% |