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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1676 | 2022-08-13 23:18:35 | 103.76 | 98% |
| 58 | 2020-07-26 20:31:56 | 80.68 | 100% |