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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2408 | 2023-10-09 02:57:46 | 115.30 | 97.5% |
| 221 | 2021-02-14 15:29:08 | 100.96 | 98.2% |