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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1376 | 2022-07-28 07:51:03 | 64.20 | 99% |
| 638 | 2022-06-05 09:12:39 | 59.76 | 99% |