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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3525 | 2023-05-25 13:41:49 | 102.73 | 98.1% |
| 3462 | 2023-04-29 21:17:15 | 98.05 | 97% |