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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3174 | 2021-05-19 17:00:52 | 110.58 | 98% |
| 591 | 2020-06-03 06:44:05 | 60.85 | 96% |