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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6478 | 2020-09-07 12:06:40 | 79.80 | 96% |
| 857 | 2019-04-09 00:48:51 | 71.99 | 98% |