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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2023-02-03 16:05:49 | 60.58 | 96% |
| 858 | 2023-01-27 19:27:24 | 64.25 | 96% |