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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2021-07-16 00:07:19 | 60.78 | 95% |
| 714 | 2021-04-04 00:34:59 | 57.98 | 95% |