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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 503 | 2023-06-04 09:39:26 | 68.35 | 94% |
| 10 | 2021-08-30 08:28:54 | 57.06 | 95% |