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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2372 | 2022-11-02 20:50:30 | 85.52 | 98% |
| 2040 | 2022-04-04 20:28:05 | 94.69 | 99% |