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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 327 | 2022-05-28 11:11:54 | 103.98 | 97% |
| 293 | 2022-04-01 09:31:30 | 103.64 | 97% |