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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10378 | 2022-05-10 15:53:53 | 92.03 | 97% |
| 9909 | 2022-03-26 11:15:08 | 82.65 | 95% |