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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2276 | 2022-11-24 15:53:29 | 83.11 | 96% |
| 461 | 2020-07-19 08:31:50 | 50.38 | 94% |