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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3216 | 2022-09-15 20:21:24 | 83.15 | 98% |
| 2899 | 2022-02-13 17:03:30 | 92.59 | 98% |