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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10928 | 2021-06-16 03:16:47 | 92.77 | 98% |
| 3730 | 2019-10-18 04:59:37 | 71.62 | 96% |