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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1096 | 2019-06-23 15:24:37 | 125.22 | 98% |
| 828 | 2019-06-17 14:22:03 | 107.64 | 98% |