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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3972 | 2023-07-14 08:56:28 | 100.32 | 96% |
| 368 | 2021-01-15 21:52:47 | 70.32 | 97% |