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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1215 | 2022-10-12 01:52:55 | 38.42 | 97% |
| 885 | 2022-10-04 14:47:57 | 33.95 | 96% |