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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2597 | 2022-03-03 12:17:05 | 121.10 | 99% |
| 882 | 2022-01-18 23:52:08 | 105.66 | 97% |