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 |
---|---|---|---|
939 | 2023-08-06 13:08:54 | 129.44 | 98% |
475 | 2023-06-02 05:25:39 | 104.36 | 97% |