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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1818 | 2022-04-11 11:47:29 | 89.62 | 98% |
| 1018 | 2021-12-04 12:51:37 | 84.87 | 98% |