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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2168 | 2022-03-18 09:50:22 | 132.82 | 98% |
| 842 | 2022-01-13 12:26:52 | 136.06 | 98% |