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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5392 | 2021-11-03 06:01:00 | 70.90 | 98% |
| 246 | 2021-07-15 14:48:05 | 53.50 | 94% |