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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2731 | 2023-07-25 17:58:03 | 62.72 | 93.1% |
| 2174 | 2023-03-16 19:01:00 | 76.01 | 95% |