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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2022-10-02 14:38:09 | 72.05 | 98% |
| 207 | 2022-08-05 10:53:07 | 57.91 | 98% |