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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1493 | 2021-11-13 12:08:47 | 75.93 | 96% |
| 507 | 2021-02-08 06:48:14 | 54.92 | 93.9% |