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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2022-05-30 20:52:13 | 78.50 | 97% |
| 311 | 2021-11-15 01:47:02 | 93.55 | 99% |