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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1055 | 2021-11-01 00:26:59 | 123.42 | 99% |
| 698 | 2021-10-19 07:54:37 | 104.50 | 96% |