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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2023-06-10 03:45:39 | 103.94 | 98% |
| 950 | 2023-04-30 00:23:08 | 99.58 | 98% |