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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 509 | 2022-02-10 08:24:19 | 68.17 | 96% |
| 334 | 2022-01-21 06:09:44 | 61.87 | 95% |