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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2547 | 2022-07-12 21:16:42 | 103.07 | 98% |
| 1244 | 2021-02-09 22:53:49 | 83.50 | 98% |