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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1698 | 2022-08-31 03:50:28 | 72.93 | 97% |
| 432 | 2020-07-19 05:18:10 | 61.99 | 97% |