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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1820 | 2022-01-17 23:59:25 | 89.55 | 97% |
| 1154 | 2021-05-13 06:44:06 | 79.32 | 96% |