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 | 2023-03-02 20:41:16 | 91.47 | 98% |
| 335 | 2023-02-03 15:24:28 | 95.11 | 98% |