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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2865 | 2022-07-24 15:52:27 | 107.67 | 97% |
| 1828 | 2021-06-11 09:17:23 | 118.10 | 99% |