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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 680 | 2022-02-14 01:58:43 | 75.56 | 98% |
| 598 | 2022-02-13 21:02:08 | 70.40 | 97% |