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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2625 | 2022-10-03 09:33:42 | 103.09 | 97% |
| 1659 | 2021-05-24 01:53:43 | 89.93 | 97% |