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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2023-10-19 19:20:43 | 104.05 | 96.9% |
| 343 | 2021-01-18 09:01:06 | 83.84 | 95% |