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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4473 | 2021-08-19 02:14:12 | 82.34 | 96% |
| 540 | 2020-04-09 02:58:54 | 80.22 | 97% |