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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 944 | 2022-12-31 14:10:24 | 85.03 | 99% |
| 279 | 2021-08-24 12:07:19 | 71.23 | 98% |