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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1127 | 2023-05-21 22:39:24 | 74.69 | 95% |
| 232 | 2023-04-24 01:22:19 | 69.57 | 98% |