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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4560 | 2023-08-03 14:44:42 | 130.90 | 97.2% |
| 2552 | 2018-12-06 18:32:23 | 151.80 | 98% |