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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1781 | 2023-07-26 20:59:01 | 88.27 | 96% |
| 1560 | 2023-07-10 19:23:02 | 80.56 | 96% |