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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2022-02-01 01:23:43 | 106.38 | 99% |
| 371 | 2022-01-28 05:36:40 | 100.96 | 98% |