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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3287 | 2022-10-22 22:50:05 | 121.54 | 97% |
| 1618 | 2022-09-13 18:28:03 | 132.15 | 97% |