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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4250 | 2023-02-28 13:47:08 | 96.04 | 98% |
| 1357 | 2018-10-22 16:27:48 | 63.71 | 97% |