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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 160 | 2022-04-27 06:45:20 | 94.51 | 98% |
| 77 | 2022-04-23 01:34:34 | 110.71 | 99% |