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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3910 | 2022-04-08 12:29:26 | 66.18 | 96% |
| 2016 | 2021-07-24 15:11:43 | 56.15 | 96% |