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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1778 | 2022-04-06 00:11:04 | 99.93 | 97% |
| 831 | 2022-02-17 00:17:10 | 101.39 | 98% |