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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2023-07-19 11:56:36 | 78.74 | 97.1% |
| 507 | 2023-06-21 06:42:46 | 73.62 | 96.3% |