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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2912 | 2023-03-05 19:10:50 | 73.76 | 94% |
| 225 | 2016-01-01 20:39:01 | 70.24 | 89% |