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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7013 | 2020-10-18 11:19:16 | 101.56 | 97% |
| 2012 | 2019-12-19 07:39:37 | 95.96 | 98% |