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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1660 | 2021-02-02 14:29:08 | 70.18 | 96.2% |
| 648 | 2016-12-28 12:37:42 | 51.54 | 94% |