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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 320 | 2023-08-13 13:58:24 | 54.96 | 97% |
| 220 | 2020-12-30 16:59:38 | 50.21 | 96% |