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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3307 | 2020-11-15 01:39:18 | 89.21 | 98% |
| 816 | 2020-03-28 00:36:11 | 102.22 | 98% |