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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8090 | 2021-06-11 09:54:04 | 111.24 | 98% |
| 1655 | 2020-01-22 09:42:25 | 93.71 | 98% |