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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6003 | 2021-01-18 18:05:42 | 76.55 | 96% |
| 1522 | 2020-07-05 15:15:22 | 66.02 | 95% |