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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2362 | 2023-02-12 14:32:09 | 89.82 | 97% |
| 650 | 2023-01-19 17:15:58 | 81.08 | 97% |