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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 624 | 2022-03-02 06:56:23 | 113.79 | 98% |
| 561 | 2022-01-25 09:34:34 | 107.57 | 97% |