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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6065 | 2022-01-08 06:49:47 | 87.03 | 97% |
| 4209 | 2021-07-14 01:40:18 | 86.32 | 98% |