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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5346 | 2023-10-24 21:23:38 | 154.48 | 99.1% |
| 4512 | 2023-10-13 14:25:25 | 137.74 | 97.9% |