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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2569 | 2022-03-25 08:12:47 | 112.13 | 99% |
| 1004 | 2015-07-03 08:10:34 | 106.67 | 95% |