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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3908 | 2019-06-04 06:25:56 | 83.40 | 97% |
| 51 | 2018-12-24 00:17:04 | 40.97 | 95% |