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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 385 | 2022-04-20 00:52:31 | 115.35 | 98% |
| 298 | 2022-04-04 20:28:01 | 107.34 | 97% |