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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 273 | 2022-11-06 19:27:59 | 162.87 | 100% |
| 144 | 2022-09-29 21:05:06 | 141.42 | 98% |