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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2349 | 2022-06-12 18:03:31 | 119.03 | 98% |
| 748 | 2020-07-31 16:07:38 | 64.97 | 95% |