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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1873 | 2023-07-25 11:13:56 | 114.60 | 97% |
| 1382 | 2022-02-24 02:59:55 | 123.13 | 98% |