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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2022-11-20 12:12:45 | 84.52 | 97% |
| 415 | 2022-11-05 08:39:30 | 74.91 | 97% |