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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4795 | 2019-04-05 15:45:38 | 93.35 | 95% |
| 2852 | 2019-02-05 19:19:14 | 94.46 | 96% |