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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3607 | 2023-10-31 23:31:55 | 137.34 | 99.7% |
| 3328 | 2023-10-28 21:12:52 | 118.34 | 99.1% |