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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2436 | 2022-04-25 18:39:23 | 76.80 | 98% |
| 1924 | 2021-12-20 07:06:56 | 65.09 | 98% |