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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4806 | 2023-03-16 00:47:25 | 128.16 | 98% |
| 2786 | 2021-09-23 00:02:34 | 104.11 | 96% |